Blehhhh.......

Dear Diary,

You join me today right in the middle of a big nasty mess of Bird Flu. Or if not that, at least something shockingly similar. That's right, after a week of Dad being ill and taking every measure - from disinfecting everything he touched to not being in the same room as us - not to pass it on, I seem to have it anyway.

I'll start at the beginning.

Yesterday was Day 6 - although by now I really couldn't be arsed with the diet anymore. Still stuck with it, only the arrival of "Aunt Irma" made everything seem about twenty times worse, which led to me eating about 5 crispbreads smothered in herby cheese. Good times. Went for a little morning shopping with Auntie and had a wicked big catch-up. Got a text from Melanie, who was in town on a night out, asking if I wanted to come out. Didn't really feel like it at all - but it'd been almost a year since I'd seen her, so decided to go. I'm extremely glad I did, not just because it was awesome to see the old gang again, but - rather unbelievably - because I bumped into a certain someone outside BaaBaa's. Guess who it was?

Lee.

Seriously! It was so weird, I was hanging around outside the bar, waiting for Melanie to text and tell me where she was (I HATE walking into bars on my own). I borrowed a cigarette off someone, mainly to look like I was there for a reason, and not a total billy no-mates standing around, when I saw Lee stood on the corner. Well, I saw his buzz-cut and jacket. You know the really freaky thing? He had his back to me and I STILL RECOGNISED HIM. How much of a stalker am I?? Jesus. Anyway, whilst fruitlessly trying to ring the girls (who STILL weren't answering) I casually walked over, to see if it was indeed him. He was staring at someone lying in the road, surrounded by paramedics - then he asked if they needed a First-Aider and I knew it was him. My heart literally skipped a little beat - I'm ridiculous, I know. He turned around, looked at me for a split second but didn't seem to recognize me, as he started walking off. But because I'm a complete pillock and a crazy fool, I decided not to let him get away that easily:

K: "Lee?"
L: (*turning round*) "Oh, hi Kat! Y'alright?"
K: "Ah, not so bad. Except I can't find my friends. (*without thinking*) How bout you, I've not seen you in ages!"
L: "Erm..... haven't you heard? I got sacked."
K: (*about to say "I know" but scared of admitting to Facebook-stalking*) What?! Seriously? Are you joking?"
L: "No."
K: "No way! Awww, that sucks. Actually, I had an inkling something had happened - I got a call about a month ago and this woman just started questioning me about it."
L: "Oh yeah, they did that to everyone."
K: "It was pretty scary to be honest!"
L: (*laughing*) "I know. Can I borrow a lighter?"
K: "Oh, I don't have one....."
L: "Can I just use that, then?"
K: "Sure. (*Lee lights cigarette with mine*)
L: "But don't worry, it was nothing to do with what happened with your dad."
K: "Oh, thank good..... wait, how did you know......?"
L: "I read your statement."
K: "Oh!"
L: "Yeah, apparently you just kept saying all the way through the interview how you didn't want me to get in trouble cos of your dad coming in....."
K: "Oh wow, I am so embarrassed....... Well, I heard that that made it all official, so I just thought....."
L: "No, no, that had nothing to do with it in the end."
K: "Ok, good. So you've actually, completely gone then? God, that's so unfair. I mean, you were a wicked manager!"
L: "Yeah, well it was that night, wasn't it? I shouldn't have let it happen, really."
K: "Nah, it was fantastic! I mean, it was a really sweet thing to do. Although I suppose looking at the mess we left, and the broken DJ decks....."
L: "No, it wasn't that, it was just the fact that we stayed on the premesis WAY longer than we should've done."
K: "Yeah..... It's still unfair though, I was talking to one of the other managers and he said there's no way you'd get fired because you were such a good manager. The bastards!"
L: "Yeah, well."
K: "So, what you up to at the moment, then?"
L: "Well, I'm one of the many unemployed now, just looking for jobs everywhere....."
K: "Yeah....."
LEE'S MATE: "Lee!"
L: "I'll be there in a minute, mate!"
K: "You going in BaaBaa's, then?"
L: "No, we started off there but we're heading to the Northern Quarter."
K: "Cool!"
LEE'S MATE: (*halfway down the street*) "LEE!!!"
L: "I'll catch you up!"
K: "Aw look, you go, I don't want your mates to get pissed off at you!"
L: "Nah, it's fine......"
LEE'S MATES: "LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"
L: "I'LL CATCH YOU UP!!!!!"
K: "OK, seriously, go! Go on, I don't want you getting in trouble on my account!"
L: "OK, well have a good night!"
K: "Yeah you too, and I..... guess I'll see you around?"
L: "Yeah."
K: "Oh, and good luck!"
L: "Cheers!" (*starting to walk away, then turning back*) "Oh, add me on Facebook, I'll chat to you!"
K: (*trying not to leap up and down*) "OK, see you!" (*walk away beaming all over face and emitting excited squeaking noises*)

How fantastic is that??! Not only by some miracle of God did we end up on the same street, on the same night, but he wanted to CHAT to me AND gave me permission to Facebook-stalk the SHIT out of him! And he was smiling ALL the way through the conversation! Sweeeeeeeet...... This is possibly the most exciting thing to ever happen to anyone EVER. Haven't added him yet, as need to do a radical make-over on my own page (ie: remove all hideous photos and completely de-geek the whole thing). Obviously I'm pissed off that I didn't go out wearing the "Boob monster" dress for him to see me in - in fact I was dressed completely down. But I had a cool Emo scarf on, my "Make cookies not war" t-shirt (which makes my boobs look MASSIVE) and thankfully, most of my lipgloss. Phew. Plus, I suppose the good thing about my outfit was that, due to me being not remotely dressed up, I looked either completely indie or completely lesbian. Which was handy since we only went to a gay bar and an indie bar.

Eventually found the girls, who it was AMAZING to see again. Kinda broke the rules of my diet by drinking, but I only had 3 bottles and 3 shots all night, which I think showed incredible restraint! We ended up going to Brickhouse, your average indie club that has obscure B-movie posters on the walls, plays about 500 songs I don't know to every 3 that I do, abuses the SHIT out of the smoke machine and is constantly freezing cold. Got hit on by a cute indie lad, who spent about half an hour chatting me up and trying to make me dance, before walking off and hitting on about 6 different women. Fuck-head. Well, I'm sorry, but my rules are: I don't dance to songs I don't know, I don't dance when I'm in an exposed space (ie: no-one on the dance floor but a scary Russian dancing on his own) and I certainly don't dance when experiencing cramps that could topple a rhino.

Anyway. Stayed till about half one before hailing a taxi, as I was supposed to be going on a big walk with Mum and Auntie today. Had the most alarming night though. It was SO strange, I got into bed, and I just could NOT get warm. So I started scrunching my body up into a ball, terrified to stretch out in case I got cold. Then I started shaking violently, hallucinating - seeing all kind of images from "Lost" (damn that DVD) and muttering to myself. I swear, it was uncontrollable. I kept automatically saying things like; "It's so cold," "I can't handle this," etc..... before holding myself, telling myself to calm down, shushing myself and saying "You're gonna be OK." And then whimpering and calling for Mum. It was so fucking freaky. I had it in my head that turning over would be extrordinarily dangerous, even though my head was jammed in the pillow and I couldn't sleep. I kept panting as well. It was shit-scary. Didn't get to sleep till about 7am.

Needless to say, when Mum woke me up I was a big sticky ball of sweat, pain and fear - so decided not to go on the walk. Dad keeps taking the piss and hiding every time I sneeze, although he did get me some Heinz tomato soup from Tesco, which I believe cures EVERYTHING. Today's supposed to be Day 7 (brown rice and soup) - but fuck that shit. I've sacked it off for today - special allowances and all.......
Shit. I'd better not have what Dad had. He was bedridden almost all week - and I really could do WITHOUT losing my 3 shifts at the pub. Although he lost about 8 pounds in a week through being too ill to eat. Every cloud......!

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